There are times of the day that I used to like but now hate. I am a early riser, so I used to like the mornings. It was a time to myself and I like that sometimes. I would wait for my sleeping beauty to rise and then the day would start. Lately, I have almost been dreading early mornings, because I get to thinking about how good we had it and that it is gone and it hurts and I get to feeling sorry for myself. In reality I am in fine shape other than not having her here with me physically I have it pretty damn good. I just want her here with me.
I also don't like the late evenings, because of the same thing. Memories come in droves and it makes it hard sometimes to get to sleep. Reading helps some, but it is hard to get focused on what I am trying to read, so I have to reread things sometimes, because yes I saw the words but did not comprehend what the words are and then when I get focused it's like what? How did that happen? I obviously missed something. I go back a few pages and go Oh Ok, now I understand.
Anyway while I am very thankful for every day I have, I just don't like certain times of the day like I used to.
Not much to report on from yesterday. Played in putting tourney yesterday (putted like crap) so donated my $1. Then played some Pickleball yesterday afternoon. Then came home and cooked some supper and watched some TV.
Well better do something productive. It is another gray dreary morning. I took a walk this morning to try and shake off the blues, really did not help. Supposed to maybe get a little nicer this afternoon but then the rest of the week is looking pretty gloomy. I am looking forward to a FaceTime call with the Malody's this afternoon and then Bocce at 2:00
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